Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2014 12:54:54 +0000 (GMT)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave Boys of Muravia Ch 2

Slave boys of muravia ch 2

After David's initial lessons in slave display Rani informed him that he
would now be prepared for his sale. A second man entered the room and spoke
briefly to the slave master. He attached a leash to David's collar and led
him through the door from which the other slave boy had appeared. The man
led David through a series of corridors, down two flights of steps to a
large room. There was no natural light; just that provided by numerous
flaming torches mounted on wall brackets around the room. To David the room
seemed enormous, like some kind of chapel. In the centre stood four tables,
each with posts set a few feet away from the corners. On one wall were a
series of rings above head height and on the opposite wall a number of
narrow benches on which were a selection of implements, chains, manacles,
collars whips, canes and numerous other objects, the purpose of which he
had no idea. The man led David to one of the rings set in the wall and
secured his wrists above his head to one of them.  He then left the room.

David really now began to worry about the future. Until now he had been
somewhat drowsy from the effect of the drugs but now he was fully awake and
his senses acute. His buttocks and thighs were burning from the application
of the slave master's cane. He remembered clearly the inspection of this
man who called himself the 'slave master' and he remembered the behaviour
exhibited by the naked boy adorned with rings and chains whom he had called
his personal slave.  The slave master had summoned the boy with a mere clap
of his hands and he had watched as the boy had crawled to him with his nose
to the floor and bowed. He remembered the frequent application of the cane
as he failed miserable to copy the display positions demonstrated by this
slave.  However he could remember little of the last few days. He
remembered a knock on the door of his apartment one evening and then the
overpowering effect of the chloroform. Then nothing 'till he awoke in this
place, naked and in chains. The man had told him he was a now slave in a
place called Muravia. How could this have possibly happened he thought to
himself. Perhaps it was all a dream, he thought. But then he realised that
the collar round his neck was real enough, as were the chains securing his
wrists and the dreadful burning of his buttocks and thighs.

As if to reinforce the reality of his current situation the man who had led
him into this room now reappeared leading another naked boy. Within seconds
the boy was secured to the ring next to him. After the man had left David
looked to his right and asked him where he was from.

'I'm Alan Studler from Berkeley San Francisco' said the boy, 'You'?

'David Andrews from Raileigh, North Carolina' replied David.

'What is this place?' said Alan.

'The man said it was Muravia but I've never heard of it'. Replied David. 'I
was at home, there was a knock at the door, a man burst in and chloroformed
me. That's all I remember.

'I was swimming late one evening. Two men overpowered me, then the same
thing. The next I knew I woke up here naked, chained to the ceiling. There
was a man with a whip and he said I was now a slave'.

'I don't see how it's possible' replied David. 'Slavery is illegal, I'm
sure we will be missed and traced'.

'I am not so sure' said Alan, When I protested he used his whip. Then he
had me adopt certain postures and caned me when I got it wrong'.

'Me too' said David.'I said we would soon be rescued but the man just
laughed, saying that there was no chance, we were not even on Planet
Earth. What do you think we can we do?'

'Well considering our present situation, if we are in fact not on Earth
there is not much we can do.  We might have to accept that we are slaves'
said Alan, 'And there is nothing we can do about it'.

'I won't accept that, never' said David.

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the same man again
with another boy in tow. As soon as he left Alan asked his name.

'Roger Davis from Dallas' he said,' what is this place'?

The conversation was repeated the only difference being the location and
nature of his capture.  Gradually the rings along the wall became occupied
as every fifteen minutes or so a new boy was brought in and secured. David
counted sixteen and, when all sixteen were chained up, the slave master
returned and stood in the centre of the room facing the boys.

'My name is Rani, You will call me master. As I have said before you are
now slaves in the state of Muravia.  You are on Planet Gehon which is a
very long way from your planet. You have all been chosen to serve our
society as pleasure slaves and will be trained to provide the most
exquisite and infinite sexual and sadistic pleasures for your future
masters. After your sale your new owner will expect total servitude and
demand maximum effort to please him. Any failure to fulfil your owner's
expectations will result in severe and painful punishments or you may even
be sold to work in the mines or the galleys. Do not think you can
escape. You will be marked as slaves and with your white skins, will be
immediately obvious as escaped slaves. I should add that no slaves have
ever escaped from Muravia. Do you understand me'?

'Yes master' all sixteen of the terrified boys answered in unison.

'Excellent' said Rani'. 'You will now be prepared so that you can be
properly presented before my customers'.

Meanwhile, unnoticed by David several men had appeared whilst the slave
master was talking and positioned themselves in groups around each
table. Then without warning one man from each group approached the wall,
released one of the boys and dragged him to a table. The men lifted their
target onto the table and quickly roped his ankles and wrists to the poles
nearby. Thus David and three other boys found themselves spread-eagled on
their backs with their limbs tightly stretched.  The ropes were pulled
tight stretching their arms out and their legs wide apart up into the
air. The four groups then immediately got to work. First they set about
removing every trace of hair. The groups work like a well oiled machine,
one man shaving the head, another the armpits and a third the crotch, balls
and cock. In a few minutes the four boys were as naked as the day they were
born.  The humiliation David felt bit deep into his consciousness and then
he remembered the slave master's personal slave. He had not a hair on him,
his body was adorned with rings, he was branded with a symbol and what
looked like a number and his cock was imprisoned in a steel cage.  Was this
about to happen to him, he thought. He did not have to wait long.

Immediately he felt something being spread over the recently shaved areas,
all over his head, under his arms and all around his cock, his balls and
deep into his ass crack. At first it felt cold but the feeling soon changed
to a stinging burning sensation. He could do nothing to relieve the
irritating discomfort but this was quickly masked by the agonising pain of
a hot needle being thrust through his right nipple which had been clamped
seconds before in a vice like grip. The needle was quickly withdrawn and
then it was his left nipple which received the same treatment. Rings were
inserted; he could not see them but could feel their weight on his
chest. Then he felt the tip of his cock grabbed by the clamp and the
unbelievable pain as the needle was quickly forced through from one side to
the other. David's scream echoed around the chamber to be joined almost
immediately by three other equally terrified cries for the other boys on
their tables. The needle remained in place until it cooled at which point
it was withdrawn and the ring inserted. David felt it click as it was
squeezed shut with pliers. He thought the worst was over but now one side
of his scrotum was clamped, the needle thrust through and another ring
inserted. In seconds the other side of his scrotum was similarly
adorned. David had never known such pain. He cried out pleading with his
tormentors but this only attracted the attention of the slave master who
slapped his face viciously from side to side.

'SILENCE SLAVE' he growled.

The skin half way between his balls and ass hole was now clamped. The
needle went through and another ring inserted. Finally the men turned their
attention to his nose. One held his nostrils apart as the needle penetrated
the septum. When the last ring was snapped shut He could feel its weight
pressing on his upper lip and he knew then that he was irrevocably a
slave. But more was to come, much more.

David's ankles were released from the poles and immediately tied to the
legs of the table. A thick leather strap was placed over his stomach and
pulled tight and similar straps fastened around his thighs holding them and
his torso firmly in place on the table. Fastened like this he could not
move an inch. He wondered what was about to happen next and as he wondered
a shrill cry echoed around the room. It could have been the cry of a
wounded and dying animal; he had never heard such a cry of terror. Then he
detected the smell of burning flesh and feelings of panic took hold. In
vain he struggled to free himself from the straps but they held firm and
quickly sapped his energy.  Then he heard another cry, deeper this time and
more of an agonising moan. David now realised that it was just a matter of
time before he would be branded. His struggling now became frantic.  He
could not see anything of what was happening. If he raised his head there
was just a wall ahead of him and if he let it fall back it was below the
level of the tables, his sight obscured by the men dealing with the other
boys. But he could see the slave master approaching. Rani always liked to
brand each new slave boy himself. He grabbed hold of David's head and
looked into his eyes.

'Quiet boy' he said, 'there is no point in struggling, I want you perfectly
still for the iron, if you struggle we will whip you until you comply,
understand boy'?

'Yes master' replied David

'Better slave' said Rani, 'you will soon learn I think. And for you a
special command. You will be branded with the slave mark on your
thigh. After this you will be branded with your slave number just above
your cock. In order to teach these new slaves what I mean by obedience you
will not be allowed to make the slightest sound during your branding. If
you make any sound at all I will personally cane you 100 times as soon as
you are released from the table. Understand slave boy'?

'Yes master'.

David's reply was instantaneous. He knew it had to be and now he faced the
frightening ordeal of being branded with a hot iron with enforced silence
or a hundred strokes of the cane. How could he have ended up in this
terrible place, could these men really be so cruel, he thought to himself.
However he had little time to ponder those thoughts. Rani took hold of the
first of the irons and held it up for David to see. It was glowing bright
red and smoking. It looked to him to be some kind of symbol inside a circle
some two inches in diameter. His breathing quickened and he felt a cold
sweat break out over his skin. The slave master walked to the other end of
the table where his new slave's legs were immovably restrained and held the
iron an inch or so from his left thigh.  David could feel its heat. How
could he survive this he thought knowing he must not cry out.  Then he felt
it touch his skin. For a moment there was just the heat and then his nerves
exploded sending the most excruciating bolt of pain to his brain. In those
few moments between his first view of the iron and its touching his skin he
had tried to prepare himself. But nothing could have prepared him for the
searing agony of tortured nerves as Rani pressed the iron into his
thigh. He could hear his flesh burning and he could smell it. David opened
his mouth, gasping for air, fighting back his desperate need to
scream. Then, after a few seconds the iron was lifted away. But the pain
did not lessen; it grew and grew until David thought his thigh was on
fire. He thrashed his head violently from side to side hoping it would
distract his mind from the pain which racked his body, hoping for relief
from the misery that engulfed his whole being.

And then he felt the heat of the second iron, this time on his belly just
above his cock. He gulped a lung full of air as he prepared himself for the
inevitable, knowing now exactly what was to come.  Rani positioned the
iron, now replaced by one carrying the slave's number just an inch from the
newly shorn flesh above David's cock.  Deliberately he held it there for a
few seconds to heighten the boy's terror as he felt its heat. Then he
gently pressed it into the skin. David's reaction was instant. His whole
body recoiled. His head thrashed. He tugged at the ropes securing his arms
and his chest heaved so violently that his shoulders were lifted from the
table. But the straps across his waist and thighs held him firm as the iron
burnt his slave number into the tender flesh of his belly. Rani lifted the
iron and looked down at the struggling boy. This was the moment he enjoyed
the most; the moment of no return when the boy truly must realise for the
first time that he is irrevocably a slave.

The men released the bonds and dragged him from the table. Exhausted, David
collapsed to the floor. Rani looked down at the newly branded slave knowing
what must be going through the boy's mind.  He understood the turmoil
induced by its recent experience, a mixture of disbelief, excruciating pain
and fear of what its future held. He knew and understood only too well and
he smiled in satisfaction. Here was just another slave, a slave that would
bring him a handsome price in the marketplace.

'Kneel slave boy' he said.

David struggled to his knees, spreading them wide, locked his arms behind
his back and bowed his head.

'Look at me' continued Rani.

David looked up at the slave master standing above him and watched through
tear filled eyes as he unfastened the front of his trousers, took out his
cock and held it in front of his face.

'Your master requires you to please him slave. I am sure you know what I
require' he said.

Daved shuffled forward, lifted Rani's cock with his tongue and took it into
his mouth. Then he licked and sucked as if his life depended on it. Rani
was in no mood to prolong his pleasure and within a minute David felt the
hot spunk hit the back of his throat and he swallowed. He tasted the slave
master's cum, a salty alien taste he had never experienced in his life but
knew he must continue until the man was satisfied.  Suddenly Rani pulled
his cock, still rock hard and dripping cum from David's mouth and held it
in front of his lips. David did not knw what to do.

'CLEAN IT' he said so the whole room could hear.

David extended his tongue and licked up the cum still oozing from the tip
of the slave master's cock, then took it back into his mouth to lick the
whole length clean.

'Enough slave' said Rani, withdrawing his cock and refastening his
trousers. 'Stand, turn around and bend to touch your toes'.

The slave master went to one of the benches at the side of the room,
selected a long whippy cane and slashed it through the air. Rreturning, he
gave David twenty strokes hard on his buttocks. The sound as the cane
contacted the tightly stretched skin of David's buttocks resounded around
the room like a gunshot as each stroke landed.

'That was for having to be told to clean your master's cock' he said.'Bow
to me and kiss my boots, the kneel with your nose to the floor'.

He turned to face the boys still chained at the wall.

'See how a slave must obey. Understand there is no limit to the servitude
your masters will require and there will be no limit to your obedience to
their demands. That you will submit and obey is not in question; what is in
question is how much pain you will have to endure before you do.

Two of the men then picked David up, dragged him back to the wall and
refastened his wrists to the ring above his head. Then they unfastened the
wrist of the next boy in the line and led him to the table.



The next day

Aron's feet were sore from the bare foot march through the streets and the
courtyard of the slave compound was just rough ground. His feet were really
hurting; he had never walked far without shoes and now he supposed he would
never wear shoes again but there was little time to concern himself with
that discomfort.  The man with the whip ordered the line to turn and face
him.

'KNEEL' he ordered.

With the last few days on the Muravian ship fresh in his mind, Aron knew
exactly how he must kneel before this man. Dropping to his knees, he spread
them just as wide as he could and bowed his head to his chest. The chains
linking him to his crewmates were removed but his hands remained fastened
at the back of the collar that had been fitted at the moment of his
capture.

'I am Rani Lamula, chief slave master of the pens. You need only understand
that you are slaves.  You will obey instantly every command I give you, you
will remain silent unless I require an answer from you, UNDERSTAND SLAVES'?

'Yes Master ' replied all ten.

'When you feel the whip on your back you will stand one at a time, spread
your legs wide apart, push your chest forward and look straight ahead. You
will not move or react in any way no matter what happens. You are to be
inspected and assessed so that I can decide your future'.

Aron was second in the line. To his left knelt the former ship's cook, a
man of about thirty years who had become his firm friend when he had joined
the ship. When he heard the whip strike his friend' s back he jumped not in
pain but fear of what was happening. Out of the corned of his eye he
watched his friend scramble to his feet and assume the position. the whip
landed again with a resounding thack.

'Not quick enough slave' said Rani. 'You will learn to respond instantly to
the commands of your masters'.

From his kneeling position Aron could see nothing of what was happening to
his friend. But it was clear that the slave master's inspection was very
thorough. He was assisted by another man carrying a pad on which he
scribbled from time to time as the two exchanged comments. After what
seemed an interminable time he saw his friend kneel again beside
him. Immediately he felt the whip on his back.

Aron jumped to his feet. he did not want to feel the whip again. As best he
could he adopted the stance required and, looking straight ahead he could
see the slave master's eyes staring him in the face. He could see nothing
but cruelty and disdain in those eyes and perhaps a hint of a mocking
smirk. Rani ordered Aron to open his mouth wide and then stick out his
tongue. He examined his teeth and gums, then grabbing his jaw he twisted it
violently from side to side. Meanwhile Aron felt the other man's hands on
his shoulders and arms. It seemed that every muscle was being
examined. Rani turned his attention to Aron's chest, feeling his pecs and
pinching his nipples to make them protrude. He smiled and commented to the
man behind him at the reaction. The other man's hands wandered down over
his back, covering every inch and coming to rest eventually on his
buttocks. Aron's buttocks were firm, not large but rounded. The man
squeezed and slapped the cheeks from side to side, noting their firmness
and the way they recovered quickly in response.  He knew very well the
pleasure this would give to a future master with the application of a heavy
cane and reported his findings to the slave master who nodded his head.

Rani's hands were now on his belly. He had paused previously to feel his
abs, noting with satisfaction their well defined nature but now he wanted
to examine in detail the slave's genitals which were now completely exposed
having been shaved smooth on the ship.  Aron's cock was cut, a feature much
liked by Muravian masters on their slave boys and Rani took hold of it and
began to stroke. Aron's embarrassment was complete as his cock rapidly
hardened but he knew he dare not move; his few days on the ship had taught
him that and he tried hard to ignore the slave masters probing
fingers. Rani on the other hand was delighted. This slave would bring a
high price, he thought to himself. He could already imagine that cock,
heavily ringed and confined in the spiked cock cage of a pleasure slave. It
would be forever out of reach of the boy for his pleasure and, unless he
learned self control, bring him only pain in its confinement. The boy would
soon learn that his only reason to exist would be for the pleasure of his
future master. He might have felt sorry for the boy knowing his future but,
of course he was not. It was just a slave and must learn to serve. Rani
smeared the pre cum oozing from the rock hard cock and placed to Aron's
lips.

'Lick it slave' he sneered.

Aron's hesitation at this command was short lived. The whip slashed him
hard across his buttocks and he quickly took the dripping finger into his
mouth. He knew the slave master was angry when he withdrew his finger and
ordered him to kneel. Rani undid his trousers, took out his cock and placed
it in front of Aron's mouth. Now Aron did not hesitate. He opened his lips
and took the man's cock deep into his mouth and started to suck. He licked
and sucked the slave master's rapidly swelling cock and within a minute
felt the hot cum squirted to the back of his throat. Rani withdrew and held
the glistening end of his cock in front of Aron's lips and he, having
learnt his lesson, quickly licked the still oozing cum from the end.  The
slave master looked down at Aron.  'It is best you learn quickly slave or
life for you will be painful indeed, understand'?

'Yes master ' replied Aron.

'On your feet slave, feet wide apart' Rani ordered again.

The slave master took hold of Aron's cock once more and lifted it to
examine his balls. He was pleased to see the two perfect spheres of equal
size hanging at the same height in a tight scrotum.  They would look very
attractive pierced and ringed and hanging lower below a stretching ring he
mused.  He separated them between his fingers and squeezed, ignoring the
sharp intake of breath from the slave. He would enjoy very much piercing
and ringing this slave; he would attend to it personally, he thought to
himself.

Rani ordered Aron to turn around and bend to touch his toes and as he
complied he felt the other man's thighs at his back, pulling him
forward. He felt the man's hands on his ass cheeks stretching them wide
apart, exposing his anal passage to the slave master. Then something cold
and a finger inserted deep into his ass. The finger thrust and probed, then
another finger joined the first. Aron's embarrassment was immense. In his
life he could never have imagined such humiliation and he wondered what his
future life in the place held for him. The fingers withdrew and Rani
ordered him to stand again and turn around. The slave master scribbled
something on Aron's chest and then ordered him to kneel.  For Aron the
inspection was over but the humiliation lasted, biting deep into his
senses. Almost as soon as his knees hit the ground Aron heard the whip as
it lashed the back of his neighbour and the scuffing on the ground as he
stumbled to his feet.

The inspections continued, the two men examining every detail of the
slaves' bodies. It was important to take time to do this and they did not
hurry. Rani was experienced in this task, hundreds of new slaves having
passed through his hands. Many of these slaves would be destined for the
mines, the fields or powering the galleys under the constant whips of the
overseers. A good muscular structure was required in these cases, the age
and appearance of the slave being of no importance. But some of these new
slaves would be destined to serve in more personal roles as pleasure slaves
to the rich and privileged in society. These must be young and attractive
with bodies that masters would lust after; bodies that would promise a
multitude of sexual pleasures as they submitted to their passions and
depraved lusts. Only the very richest could afford these slaves as demand
was restricted despite the efforts of Muravian raiders to procure boys who
would meet the requirements. Such a slave could command a price more than
twenty times that of a common work slave so the profits for the slave
master could be enormous. Hence the importance of taking one's
time. Already he had singled out the slave Aron for this purpose though in
his notes the boy was just number two in the line. He had no interest in
the slave's previous name; he did not even know what it was. In future it
would be simply a number branded into its skin.

When he had finished with the last boy Rani looked at his notes. The two
men discussed each of the boys in the line. It was a good haul; four
pleasures slaves and six work slaves. The captain of the raiding ship had
done well and he would be paid handsomely. The man who had assisted the
slave master ordered Aron and three others to stand. He secured the four in
a line with the chains hanging from their collars. Then, with a crack of
his whip he marched them across the courtyard to a building at one end. He
was pleased to see how the new slaves marched perfectly in step, their legs
lifted high in front of them with knees held perfectly straight. The
remaining slaves knelt in the centre of the compound contemplating their
fate as the slave master walked away and disappeared through a door.

To be continued